Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpointCatch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escapeThe corleone, fettucini caponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, the firm art of war is unknownLower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blownAristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomatsSee me i'm an official mack, lex coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue porsche, my destiny's to be the new bossThat nigga paulie gotta die too softThat nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head onThe couch with his dick in his mouth, i put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since bugsy, bitches love meAnd queens where my drugs be, i wear guess jeans and rugbiesYo my people from medina they will see youWhen you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shitIt's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my cliqueMy man smoke, know how to expand coke and mr. coffeeFeds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

In the black camaroFirm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrowWallabee's be the apparelThrough the darkest tunnel, i got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the lex pushed by my nigga jungleHe money bags got moet, sean donBundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to doMy whole team we shittin' hard like czar

Sosa, foxy brown, cormega and escobarI keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skinArmani sweaters carolina hebreraBe the firm baby, from bk to the 'bridge

My nigga wiz, operation firm biz, so what the deal isI keep a phat jewel, sippin' cristiesSittin' on top of fifty grand in the nautica van, uhhWe stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in marcy

The gods, they praise allah with visions of gandhiBet it on, my whole crew is don juanOn cayman island with a case of cristal and papa chula spokeNigga with them cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure thoughFlippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddarWas mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in manillaWe got to flee to panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flipThirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times threeWe got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of creamDivide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'mega bringin' throughSo let's see, if we flip this other keyThen that's more for me, mad coke and mad leakPlus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another kiThe firm baby, volume one, uhh